[Figures. Hearsay was the cornerstone that PI services were built on.
He leaned forwards at the sight of the pearl and swallowed instinctively, as if he was already thinking how much of a bitch that would be to go down. Of course, he'd do it. Desmond D. Descant? Resist a mystery like this? Anyone would be a damn fool to think he'd turn it down. And of anyone, he'd get out alive.
Too bad his immortality didn't do shit for his memory. His short-term was fine, but long-term was practically dead in the water and he chalked that up to his curse, which meant his brain sure as hell didn't heal itself the way the rest of his body did. If they got to his memory, he'd be just as shot as the rest of those kids.
But he also knew what he was doing. So that was something.] And here I was thinking about just smugglin' in a moleskine. [He smirked. Magic was never his first impulse, but that was because he wasn't gifted with any natural affinity. Easy spells were good. He could hack easy and leave the rest to his own deductive skills.] Gotta love it when people have faith in me instead of tellin' me I'm in over my head. I ain't sure I'm not dreaming right now.
[He leaned back.] You know this is all gonna turn into one big hairy furball, right? It sounds too easy. [But the grin on his face said he wouldn't have it any other way.]
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He leaned forwards at the sight of the pearl and swallowed instinctively, as if he was already thinking how much of a bitch that would be to go down. Of course, he'd do it. Desmond D. Descant? Resist a mystery like this? Anyone would be a damn fool to think he'd turn it down. And of anyone, he'd get out alive.
Too bad his immortality didn't do shit for his memory. His short-term was fine, but long-term was practically dead in the water and he chalked that up to his curse, which meant his brain sure as hell didn't heal itself the way the rest of his body did. If they got to his memory, he'd be just as shot as the rest of those kids.
But he also knew what he was doing. So that was something.] And here I was thinking about just smugglin' in a moleskine. [He smirked. Magic was never his first impulse, but that was because he wasn't gifted with any natural affinity. Easy spells were good. He could hack easy and leave the rest to his own deductive skills.] Gotta love it when people have faith in me instead of tellin' me I'm in over my head. I ain't sure I'm not dreaming right now.
[He leaned back.] You know this is all gonna turn into one big hairy furball, right? It sounds too easy. [But the grin on his face said he wouldn't have it any other way.]